A feeling of loneliness while away from home.
too strong to describe in words,
its like seeing real things moving,
your heart wrenches with the pain of despair.
It is too real to you, like a running stream of water,
too real and yet distant, like a star in the black skies,
engulfing the body like a warm sensation, deep down in the body.
As soon as you get home, you take a sigh of relief as though a burden has been lifted from your shoulders, what an exprience of melancholy, lightly lifted, all from the loneliness.
Poetry by martin pande
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Written on 2007-09-11 at 12:35
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loneliness.
The feeling is almost like a living thing,too strong to describe in words,
its like seeing real things moving,
your heart wrenches with the pain of despair.
It is too real to you, like a running stream of water,
too real and yet distant, like a star in the black skies,
engulfing the body like a warm sensation, deep down in the body.
As soon as you get home, you take a sigh of relief as though a burden has been lifted from your shoulders, what an exprience of melancholy, lightly lifted, all from the loneliness.
Poetry by martin pande
Read 684 times
Written on 2007-09-11 at 12:35
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